I'm not crazy. My reality is just different than yours.

I am wild.
Dirty feet, I run barefoot though woods and rainforests,
open fields and secret water streams.
Alone with the sound of my breathing and the wind roaring in my ears.
I am wild.
Knotted hair, brushing gently across my face, it dances in the wind and rain.
Twigs, leaves and flowers hitch rides across the country side.
I am wild.
The stars call out to me, a part of me is out there, my essence, my purpose, my divine connection.
An infinite sky, forever changing, flowing, being, stillness.
Solitude.
Icy hands and a smokey breath, let my bones charge in the morning sun light.
Always alone, but I will be free anyway.
I am wild.